[chorus]

Hip-hop do that body-rock

Jam on and keep smokin

Hip-hop do that body rock

I've been gone for a while but I'm still in style [x2]



[Canibus]

Yea, come on now get on down

Can-I-Bus, back with the hip-hop sound

Twenty years deep in this culture, compulsive

Every day, this was the dream that I wrote with

Outside chillin, b-boys spinnin

Pretending not to notice the supreme choice women

I rep the rude boy, not the dread posse

I a bugsy ride with zombies behind me

Turns the lighs up, pick the mic up

Get 'em hyped up lookin for the right cut

I don't write much, but I love to bust

At the crowd 'cause they love the rush

The mark is on my arm, was drawn

To symbolize the art of hip-hop in its rawest form

We could take it to the stage like we goin to war

Both fallin through the crowd, we perform on tour

Come correct with the rhyme, they remember the flow

I was "Gone Til November" six Decembers ago



[chorus x2]



[Canibus]

Every day is a piece of enernity to weed control

That's why rap music feeds the soul

DJ drop needle, I shock people

There's  mic doc in the house and he's not legal

Canibis just entered the building yo

If you lookin for the illest, start filming yo

I get a call, slide to Diego

Hit the bay off with something less than a day old

Here's a hot one for you to hold

The super MC, Superbowl, winner takes all

The Fahrenheit, nine eleven, rhyme weapon

The underground give me credit when I'm sound checkin

I feel like it's now or never, the rhyme state clever

When the wisdom teeth grind together

(Go to sleep) I cant go to sleep unless I write something

(Then stay awake) I can't stay awake unless I recite something

I can't recite something without tight substance

When I bust and I leave mothafuckin mics busted



[chorus x2]



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